It’s official, St. Louis is part southern. We hang out at the grocery story trying to snatch up every loaf of bread, gallon of milk, and egg they have when a forcaster mentions snow. I wonder if Schnuck’s and Dierberg’s (yes, a couple of locals with odd last names ran the big boys out of town) pay forecasters to mention the word whenever they have too much stock on hand.
Posts Tagged St. Louis
I Prefer Mongrel
Jan 17